Night fell.
Tree shadows swayed across the glass-paneled door. With a faint rustle, the door opened, and a tall, slender figure slipped furtively inside in the dark.
As though sensing something, Tsukasa Hatayama opened his eyes warily, sat up, and quickly switched on the bedside lamp.
There stood Satoru Gojo in his sunglasses, shivering and sniffling loudly. And his hand... was clutching the foot of Tsukasa's comforter.
"What are you doing?"
Tsukasa asked irritably, "Why aren't you sleeping at this hour? What's with coming over and tugging on my comforter? Don't tell me you want to sleep with me?"
Satoru sucked his snot back in with a thoroughly disgusting sniff and replied without a shred of embarrassment, "You know me so well. That's exactly what I want."
"Are you sick in the head?"
Tsukasa jolted in fright and gripped the comforter tightly around himself, afraid Satoru might turn into a ravenous beast and pounce on him without caring who he was.
Satoru's mouth twitched. Speechless, he said, "What kind of person do you take me for? If I hadn't forgotten my comforter, do you think I'd want to sleep with you?"
Tsukasa immediately breathed a sigh of relief, loosening his death grip on the comforter. "Go sleep with Geto," he said helplessly. "I'm not used to sleeping with men."
"No way!"
Satoru stubbornly tugged at the comforter, then deftly burrowed into its warmth. Looking utterly content, he said, "Weird Bangs and I just don't mesh."
"If I have to squeeze into bed with him, I'd rather sleep on the street."
"Then go sleep on the street, you prematurely senile egomaniac!"
Suguru Geto's voice arrived before he did. Tsukasa wearily pressed a hand to his forehead. Did I stir up a whole nest of bromance? They just keep coming.
As he thought that, Suguru walked in from the neighboring room in his pajamas, glaring unhappily at Satoru as he rolled around under the comforter.
As Tsukasa's friend, Suguru had a duty to drive this parasite out!
Instead, Satoru lifted the comforter and grinned shamelessly. "Weird Bangs, want to join us? It's nice and warm in here."
"Wouldn't that be a bit inappropriate...?"
Suguru was tempted. This was a rare chance to lie close to his best friend and talk freely. If he missed it, another opportunity might not come along for quite some time.
Tsukasa lowered his hand, kicked Satoru over to the right, then lay down in the middle, leaving the space on his left open.
Since one of them was already in his bed, adding Suguru hardly mattered anymore.
After much agonizing, Suguru finally followed his heart and slipped under the comforter. The feeling of warmth gently enveloping his entire body was simply wonderful.
Meanwhile, Satoru edged closer to Tsukasa from the right, as though he felt insecure, pressing against him with an air of absolute innocence.
They were certainly comfortable, but Tsukasa was the one suffering, hemmed in by men on both sides.
And so it went.
On their first night at Jujutsu High, the three grew more animated the longer they talked.
They started with simple cursed energy, moved on to curses, then cursed spirits, then cursed tools, and finally ended with the destruction of the world.
The next day.
Caught in a pincer attack between two men, Tsukasa opened his eyes in utter misery.
Smack!
Smack!
Remembering the horrors of the previous night, even the good-tempered Tsukasa couldn't resist giving each of the sleeping pair a hefty slap.
Being sandwiched between men was one thing. The problem was that they had stripped in the middle of the night, then fallen asleep in a passionate embrace...
The scene could only be described as absurd and painful to look at!
"Mmm..."
Satoru and Suguru opened their eyes in pain. When they saw themselves embracing each other stark naked, goosebumps erupted all over their bodies.
Without a second thought, they shoved each other away, frantically scooped up their clothes, and fled the room.
Left on the bed, Tsukasa sighed in relief. With considerable resignation, he picked up his phone from the bedside and called his mother to wish her good morning.
The Training Grounds.
Beside the broad expanse of green grass, three boys and one girl sat idly on the stone steps, all yawning as they looked at Masamichi Yaga in front of them.
Their listless expressions made Masamichi's brow twitch violently.
Assuming they had been too excited about joining Jujutsu High to sleep, he suppressed his anger.
But was that really what had happened?
With faint dark circles beneath his eyes, Tsukasa propped his elbows on his knees and cradled his cheeks, dozing off.
Satoru and Suguru, seated on either side of him, were equally sleepy, each resting against one of Tsukasa's shoulders in a scene of warmth and harmony.
Sitting firmly apart from them, Shoko Ieiri wore a strange expression at the incongruous sight.
The three had nearly fought last night, so why were they radiating such intense bromance today...? Of course they were. They had all slept together last night.
"Yaga!"
Just as they were idling away and preparing to nap outdoors, a soft, sweet female voice sounded from above the stone steps.
The bromance trio remained unmoved, maintaining their positions as they continued to doze.
Shoko, on the other hand, abandoned the languid manner she had worn the night before and looked toward the voice in delight.
A small group of six was making its way down the stone steps toward them.
One of them, a cute girl in red-and-white shrine maiden robes with blunt bangs and twin ponytails, skipped cheerfully up to Shoko.
"Shoko~"
The newcomer affectionately hugged Shoko, nuzzling playfully against her still-developing chest.
Shoko resigned herself to it and reminded her helplessly, "Utahime, we're not in the dorms. Please remember where we are."
Utahime Iori flushed slightly and reluctantly released Shoko, casting an embarrassed glance at the younger students and her classmates behind her.
Fortunately, they weren't looking her way. Instead, they were staring gravely at the backs of the bromance trio.
"Mr. Yaga."
Another voice drifted down from above, mature and unconsciously sultry.
Still suppressing his anger, Masamichi looked up to see a beautiful woman with a white ponytail elegantly leading five others toward him.
Masamichi first nodded to her, then surveyed the two groups in puzzlement, taking in their contrasting delight and dismay.
"Weren't you holding the Sister Team Battle on the Back Mountain? What brings you here?"
"Yaga, we've already finished the match..."
"We stopped by on our way to see the Child of God with the Six Eyes, the prodigy Jujutsu Society only gets once in a century."
Utahime timidly raised her hand to explain, embarrassment showing on her pretty face.
Clearly, Kyoto had lost this early Goodwill Event.
There was nothing they could do about it. Tokyo had Mei Mei, an expert who specialized in hand-to-hand combat and could overwhelm Grade 2 Cursed Spirits, killing each with a single swing of her axe.
Kyoto, meanwhile, had either useless dead weight making up the numbers or support-type jujutsu sorcerers like Utahime, whose role was to provide buffs.
They simply couldn't field enough fighting power to compete.
Taking in Utahime's expression, Masamichi could more or less guess the outcome.
Mei Mei was strong.
Because her innate cursed technique wasn't particularly powerful, she placed special emphasis on hand-to-hand combat.
But physical combat was ultimately only a supplement to a cursed technique. If Mei Mei wanted to become a Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer, she would still have to delve deeper into her Black Bird Manipulation.
"Since you're here to see Satoru, I'll wake him up for you."
With anger in his fists, Masamichi brought divine punishment down on the heads of the dozing trio.
Three thumps rang out. The bromance trio woke clutching their heads and looked up at their violent teacher with identical expressions of innocence.
Feeling much better, Masamichi folded his arms. "Satoru, your seniors wanted to see you in all your divine glory. I had no choice but to wake you this way."
Satoru snorted irritably and turned toward the group behind him with an unruly air, his Six Eyes sweeping over their faces from behind his sunglasses.
"Except for the white-haired girl, do the rest of you ordinary nobodies deserve to look at me?"
"Getting to talk to me is already the greatest honor of your lives. Now you want to behold my divine glory? Ask yourselves if you're worthy first."
His arrogant words left everyone seething. Sure, we're weak, but at least show your seniors a little respect.
"What? Not happy? Want to fight me?"
Contempt flashed in Satoru's Six Eyes behind his sunglasses. He stood with a disdainful expression and unleashed his cursed energy, leaving his seniors struggling to breathe under the pressure.
Among them, Utahime shouted angrily, "Satoru Gojo, whatever else we are, we're still your seniors! Show us some respect!"
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